A Metaphor of Grace

Sparkling, endless, enchanting ..woo’ed…

Jump into the Deep that calls.

There is no other choice.

 Masks frantically forsaken, status can't save;

 False weights get released;

There is no survival in the Deep with such ludicrous trappings.

Head bobs to the surface, breathe deeply this unencumbered reality.

There is no rescue boat.

Slowly thoughts bubble up from the interior.

Fears. Sharks. Thirst. Hunger. Drowning. The dark depths.

Pride. Humiliation. Stupidity. Condemnation. Helplessness.

Helplessness.

Helplessness.

Acceptance.

Surrender.

First kiss of the Beloved.